Crip niggas, blood niggas, SA's, Asian Dominicans, Puerto Rican, white boys, Jamaicans Latin kings, disciples, whites, slavs, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' Since the west coast all off, the streets been watchin' The west coast never fell off, I was sleepin' Compton Aftermath, been here, the beats been knockin' They dog doin' his thing, DPG still poppin' I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac * And west side connection, been had it locked, bitch I'm in the rear view, my guns is cockin' I put red dots on a nigga head like Rodman All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, I'm back Niggas hate me, been there, done that, soul crack Got jacked, got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringin' CA back And I don't do buttin' up shirts or drive Maybacks All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes You'll see I be a gangster till I die That California chronic got me so high Angel, and where you from? Nigga, West Side If you take a look in my eyes You'll see I be a gangster till I die That California chronic got me so high Angel, and where you from? Nigga, West Side Hollow ridin', homie, six-tray Impala Gold D spinning, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low, you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gang bangin' is real, homie, I'm livin' proof Like Snoop Dogg, see walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse About this and that Cause Rand Stringz and his converse And it's a Dre track Keep jibberin' and jabberin' I pull a .38 Magnum and get to clickin' and clackin' Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee, others gun clappin' Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot, playin' John Madden Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 745 If you take a look in my eyes You'll see I be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Gang, tell him, where you from? Nigga, what's up? If you take a look in my eyes You'll see I be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Gang, tell him, where you from? Nigga, what's up? New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside, Compton and Southside, Queens And Buck told me in Cacheville I'm good when I come through So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poole I'm gangsta, more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice? You niggas is nuts, so I'll take off your roof Leave your ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven, all the * I been through I was a OG in the hood before I turned 22 Homie, I let the 38 Special rip through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his * on the dresser Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Coogee rappin' these Drake records If you take a look in my eyes You see I be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Gang, tell him, where you from? Nigga, what's up? New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing If you take a look in my eyes You see I be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Gang, tell him, where you from? Nigga, what's up?